A Royal Meeting, Chapter 10
I do not own KHR, blah blah blah, yaoi, blah blah blah, my plot, blah blah blah, romance/humor, blah blah blah.
Okay, finally on Chapter ten~! I suppose fifteen is the new goal? -.- Sorry about the cliffhangers and late uploads, I have all this homework...
Oh, and QUICK WARNING! Fran actually blurts out something that I've been trying to just imply for a while, so apologies to the younger readers!
Fran: Hey, don't blame me, you're the author.
Me: ...Heh, sorry...
Fran:Then stop explaining and start writing, there's people dying out here.
Me: Dying? I had no idea~! Okay, where'd I leave off... ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Okay, so the Varia were leaving for Japan right?
Noon.
"I'll be on a killing spree~!"
"No you won't senpai, don't be lazy."
"But Froggyy~!"
"Senpai, we're supposed to train random Vongola people."
"But that's so boring!"
"Deal with it, senpai."
Fran was walking alongside Belphagor, not as close as he would before Mukuro started to call him. The young illusionist was extremely annoyed that his Master was taking advantage of the chance to get him killed. 'Okay, so maybe he thinks senpai wouldn't kill me. Does he seriously trust that maniac so much that he would go up to the prince and just try to piss him off?'
"Ne, Froggy," started Bel.
"What now, stupid-senpai?"
"Do you think they have ice-cream here?" Bel asked.
"I wouldn't really know senpai, though I heard their Lightning guardian is one for sweets."
"Shishishi~? Isn't that the cow kid that Levi beat in the battle of the rings?"
"I wasn't there, senpai."
"Oh yeah... that was Mammon," Bel recalled.
"Going on about a dead baby all the time is unhealthy, senpai."
"They said ice-cream was unhealthy too, but I'm perfectly fine."
"Sure, because being insane is completely healthy," Fran muttered, rolling his eyes, "idiot-prince senpai."
"Uncute kouhai," Bel muttered. The couple continued to walk down the halls of the Varia base, until Fran felt the presence of an illusionist behind him and whipped around. He calmed upon seeing that it wasn't Mukuro.
"Who are you?" Fran asked the woman, who was cloaked and had strange goggles over her eyes.
"Lal Mirch, the failed Arcobaleno," she introduced. "You're in the Varia, right? I recognize the Storm guardian, but who are you?"
Fran looked at Bel for a second before replying, "The replacement Mist Guardian, for Mammon."
She understood immediately. "Okay, you two look lost. Come with me." With that, she turned and began to walk away, and Fran followed without hesitation. Belphagor did not follow.
"Come on, senpai, unless you want to get lost here," Fran called. Bel reluctantly started to catch up, apparently not trusting Lal Mirch for some reason.
"Only because Froggy's going," Bel muttered, "Though I'd rather go on a killing spree..."
"There's no time for that, Belphagor," Lal Mirch told them. "Fran's own tutor is already a bit impatient."
"What do you mean, MY tutor?" asked Fran, getting a bit nervous, "I've been trained."
"The Vongola Mist guardian just got here a couple days ago. He claims to have been unable to give you something important," Lal explained.
"If it's chocolates, Froggy, I highly suggest you don't accept them," Bel hissed into Fran's ear. Fran looked back at the prince.
"Some people take the times seriously, senpai. If Arcobaleno are being killed off because of a Mafia family out there, it's our job to fight back. I doubt he's going to give me something just to make you jealous," Fran told the prince. Bel muttered something incoherent and stood up straight again. "Also senpai," Fran began again, "If we're offered seperate rooms, I'd like to have a seperate room from you."
STAB.
Bel threw not just one, but six knives into Fran's back this time, apparently not pleased by the kouhai's remark. "If you CAN sleep with the prince, then you WILL sleep with the prince," he declared.
"I don't know what kind of relationship you two have, but I do not need to hear about it. Keep your voices down, would you?" Lal Mirch ordered them. Bel frowned, not liking to be bossed around by a 'commoner', but quieted at her tone. "We're almost there," she informed the two.
"Senpai, if you try to kill my master, you'll be sorry. Just a warning, he's stronger than you," Fran informed Bel, handing the unbloodied knives back to the prince, "and I don't think knives and wires will get you anywhere with him."
"Whatever," Bel growled, "I can still try."
"It's a stupid idea, but yeah, you can try," Fran agreed.
"We're here," Lal Mirch announced, stopping at a door. Fran walked in immediately, and Bel tried to follow, but Lal stopped him. "I wouldn't advise going into a room with two illusionists."
"I can handle it, I'm a prince," Bel told her, giving his signature grin before entering the room as well. The first thing he was so-unfortunate as to see, however, was Mukuro hugging Fran tightly.
"I missed you," the illusionist said, before releasing the younger, teal-haired assassin.
"Oi, Rukudo, I thought I made it CLEAR that Fran belonged to the prince," Bel hissed, seemingly emitting a black aura.
"Kufufu~ So this is the prince charming that Fran met?" Mukuro guessed, "You know, people can't belong to other people."
"They can if the prince does very innappropriate things to them," Bel mumbled. Mukuro went silent for a moment, raising a brow.
"Fran, did he...?"
"No, Master, I never let him. He'd try though," Fran admitted.
"How rude is that, Prince the Ripper," Mukuro scolded in a falsely calm tone, smiling in a somewhat creepy way.
"As if you never wanted to," Bel muttered.
"I never actually tried," Mukuro told the prince, "No matter how much I wanted to."
Fran frowned at Mukuro. "Are you suggesting that all this time, you were seriously resisting the urge to rape me?" Fran asked.
"No shame, Froggy, no shame," Bel giggled.
"Well, someone has to mention what we're talking about, otherwise the audience might've been confused," Fran explained.
"Audience?" Bel questioned.
"Nevermind, we aren't supposed to know that," Fran remembered.
Mukuro cleared his throat. "Ignoring Fran's random little outburst, yes, I was," he answered.
"Wow, Master, I didn't know you were a pervert," Fran deadpanned.
"I'm not!" Mukuro insisted, "it's not my fault you look like a girl, Fran."
"What?"
"Shishishi~ Told you so, Froggy," Bel chuckled, patting Fran on the head, or the giant hat, as it was.
"Hey, Fran, I suppose it's a good time to ask now," Mukuro said. "What are you wearing?"
"It's a present from 'the prince', so I can't take it off," Fran told the illusionist.
"Kufufu~ I see why he gave you that ridiculous nickname," Mukuro chuckled. Bel threw several knives at him, but the knives went right through the illusionist. "Kufufu~," the Mist user laughed, materializing behind the prince in a burst of mist.
"I told you so, senpai," Fran said, sitting down on Mukuro's bed. "He'll kill you."
"Fran," started Mukuro in a deep voice, "I told you, I don't kill people. I send them to hell, bring them back, and then I kill them."
"Whatever, Master, same thing," Fran muttered.
"The prince wants to leave. With his Froggy," Bel growled.
"Wait," Mukuro said, "there's something I must give Fran." He walked over to Fran and suddenly went down on one knee. "Fran, will you marry me?" he said, holding out a ring. Belphagor and Fran both fell silent, both simultaneously raising brows. After an awkward pause, Mukuro burst out into laughter and stood back up. "It's a Hell ring, Fran. A Hell ring," he said, showing Fran the numbers '666' which were inscribed on the ring.
"Oh," Fran breathed. "Good, 'cause I wouldn't want you to turn into a cactus," he said, pointing at Belphagor, who held sixteen knives in one hand.
"Froggy, don't accept it, he just proposed," the prince hissed.
"He was joking, senpai," Fran deadpanned, "it's a weapon, not an ordinary bit of jewelry."
"That's what he wants you to think," Bel mumbled. "Rukudo, I believe a fight is in order."
"Senpai, he WILL kill you," Fran said in an only slightly raised voice.
"A fight? Oh, such typical Mafioso~," Mukuro chuckled, standing up tall, his trident materializing into his hand.
"I'll make you a cactus," Bel hissed.
The air became so tense that Fran found it rather hard to breath, and he found himself just wishing that they'd just knock it off. "Senpai, Master," he tried to calm the two, but Bel already had at least thirty knives in his hands, and Mukuro had his trident in position to cast an illusion.
BANG.
"Hey, what's with the intense killing intent in here, I thought only I could do that," said a very matured voice, as the raven-haired man who owned it entered the death zone.
"Kyouya, get out of here," muttered Mukuro, "you're ruining the mood of the two guys fighting over another guy."
Hibari, still rather calm, walked right up to Mukuro and folded his arms. "You don't have time to play, Rukudo, we're going out."
Mukuro looked up, suprise in his eyes. "You what?"
Hibari rolled his eyes. "Always the perverted little herbivore, aren't you? No, we're going to go take note on that Family, what was it... the Millefiore?"
Mukuro sighed. "Can't I fight things out with this guy first?" he asked. Hibari glanced at Belphagor, recognized him from the ring tournament, and, in a flash, whipped out a tonfa and hit him in the stomache. The prince flew backwards from the powerful unexpected hit, roughly slamming into the wall.
"I said, you DON'T have time to play," Hibari repeated, glaring at the illusionist.
"Kyouya, don't boss me around," Mukuro complained, "I'M the one who beat YOU up when we were younger." Hibari glared at him fiercely and grabbed his arm in a death-grip.
"Alright, I'm already in a bad mood. Unless you wish to be bitten to death, I'd advise you just do what I say," the Cloud guardian hissed.
"Hm? You sound like you want play a seme part over me, Kyouya-"
"Shut UP, Rukudo," Hibari cut off, hitting Mukuro's side, but not very hard. The pair left.
"HE looks better with Rukudo," Belphagor muttered, slowly getting back up.
"Are you okay, senpai?" Fran asked.
"Hm?"
"Ah- nothing," Fran said quickly, looking away.
"Shishishi~," Bel hummed, "I'm absolutely fine."
The prince walked back over to Fran and sat beside him on the bed. "I told you he'd kill you," Fran whispered.
"The prince isn't dead, silly Froggy, he just got hit with some sort of metal object," Bel told his kouhai.
"It's called a tonfa, senpai," Fran said in a quiet voice.
"The prince does not care," Bel declared, before wrapping an arm around Fran's shoulders. "The prince hasn't gotten to kiss his Froggy in a while," Bel said in a husky voice which didn't suit him at all.
"Uh, you mean not in the past two hours?" Fran deadpanned, moving away from Bel. "And I say we DON'T make out on Master's bed. It's so messed up."
Bel giggled lightly. "No way he'll know."
"Senpai, I really don't think- mmf!" Fran was once again cut off when Bel kissed him passionately, his ringed hands tangling in the teal hair that wasn't covered by the giant frog hat. However, this time, when Bel shoved his tongue against Fran's lips, Fran allowed the entrance, much to his senpai's enjoyment. The magic couldn't have lasted. Fran took no time in seizing the opportunity to bite Bel this time, taking a chance. The prince made a muffled, startled noise and pulled back.
"Don't bite the prince," he protested.
"Uh, too late, senpai," Fran said in monotone, getting off of the bed. "I'm going to ask that Lal person where MY room is."
"Hey, I told you you're sleeping with the prince!" Bel returned, following his kouhai. "Hey, uh, Lal Mirch?" Fran addressed when he saw the Cloud and Mist user.
"What?" she said in a somewhat cold voice.
"Could you show me to the bedrooms?" Fran asked, ignoring the many knives that seemed to just appear in his back.
"You're sharing a room with the Varia Storm guardian. I heard you two were partners?" she replied.
"Shishishi~!" the snicker practically rang in Fran's mind.
"Huh," he said. "Yeah, more like rivals."
STAB.
"Don't stab people, senpai, it's a bad habit."
STAB.
"It's not bad to stab people," Bel giggled in return, "if it were, don't you think someone would've scolded me by now?" Fran gave him a 'duh' expression.
"Senpai, every time someone 'scolds' you about your stabbing habits, you stab them. Most people have decided to ignore it by now," Fran muttered.
"Shishi~"
"Yeah, again, I don't want to hear about your relationship," Lal repeated, walking off, "your room is this way."
"Fine, come on, senpai," Fran said boredly, following the failed Acrobaleno.
"Hey, the prince always walks in front," Bel returned, walking in front of Fran and pushing the kouhai back a couple steps.
"Whatever, senpai," Fran growled, realizing that it's about time he started to take the knives out of his back. He started to pull out the weapons, wondering whether or not to give them back this time. After he got out the eighteenth, and final knife, he weighed the concequences of throwing it back at Bel. His accuracy wasn't terrible, so he'd probably be able to hit the prince, but that probably wouldn't work out well. He decided to take a stupid chance with the storm guardian and poised a knife to throw. He threw it with the accuracy of an illusionist, but it never hit its mark, for Belphagor whipped around and caught the blade between his fingers as though he'd been ready for it for hours.
"Do NOT try to stab the prince," Belphagor ordered. "Because it won't be good for you if you make the prince bleed."
Fran cocked his head to the side. "Why not, senpai?"
Belphagor paused, frowning. "My blood and Rasiel's are identical," he whispered finally, "and I HATE Rasiel."
For a while, Fran wondered who Rasiel was. He was positive he'd heard the name somewhere before, but he couldn't remember who it was. 'Did it have something to do with the moon?' he pondered, before a flood of a memory reminded him.
Flashback...
'Fine then, I won't talk about your wierd, moon-shaped birthmark.'
STAB.
'I get the point, senpai, you REALLY don't like people talking about your-'
STAB.
'Ah-'
'Rasiel has that same mark.'
'Who's Rasiel?'
'My DEAD twin. I killed him.'
End Flashback.
"Are you like that with everyone you murder, senpai?" Fran asked. Bel quietly shook his head.
"Jill was the first person I ever killed," he whispered. Assuming 'Jill' to be a nickname for 'Rasiel', Fran stopped asking his senpai questions.
"We're here," announced Lal. "Your room is here, number B26." (A/N: Wow, I just couldn't help doing that. Sorry~)
"Shishishi~," giggled Bel, "Ne, how many beds are there in here?"
Lal just sort of glared at him, probably not amused by his childish personality. "How the hell should I know? Find out on your own. I'm going back to training the Lightning Guardian."
"Is that the kid who likes candy?" asked Fran. "Bel-senpai wants to know if there's ice-cream here."
"First of all, those things have no relevance to each other at all. But yes, he does like candy, and he's a bit of a crybaby. Also yes, we have ice-cream for the girls and children. I suppose he'd fall under the children category?" Lal explained, eyeing Belphagor with suspicion as he playfully tried to pick the lock, despite being given a key.
"Shishishi~ Cate-GORY, yes," Belphagor laughed.
"Senpai, that was the worst pun you could have possibly made up. Yes, Lal-san, he falls under the children category," Fran replied. Lal 'huh'd and walked away, a bit faster than neccessary. "The prince is older than you," Bel pointed out once she had left.
"Yeah, well the prince stopped aging around five," Fran muttered.
"Not true," Bel mumbled. "The prince is totally mature."
"Huh. Well, stinks that I'm stuck in a room with you," Fran growled, "but at least we're here and not on the plane anymore."
"Shishi~ I picked the lock," Belphagor declared as the door opened, the forgotten key likely to stay in Belphagor's pocket for a long time. Fran rolled his eyes as he stepped into the room after the prince. They found only a single, small bed in the room, much to the kouhai's frustration. 'If we both sleep there, no questions asked, we'd have to be within two centimeters of each other,' he thought bitterly. "Yay~!" Belphagor cheered, before hugging Fran tightly.
"Get off me, senpai," Fran deadpanned. "Rock-paper-scissors for the bed?"
"I call it a tie already," the other refused. "Tonights going to be fun, fun, fun~!"
"Perverted senpai already turned on?" Fran said indifferently, sitting down on the bed and crossing his legs absently.
"I didn't mean it like that," Bel insisted.
"Sure, senpai," Fran muttered before yawning widely. "Let's go to sleep."
"It's really early, but alright," the prince agreed, walking over to the bed and sitting beside Fran. "Good night, Froggy," he whispered, lying down. Fran lied beside him and, not wanting to be pushed off the bed, got as close to the prince as he could without crawling on top of him.
"Good night, idiot-senpai," he returned, closing his eyes.
~End Chapter~
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ I'm very, very sorry for the late uploads!
Also, those of you who are voting to pair up Mukuro. Many people are asking for either Byakuran or Hibari once again, so the main canidates are back into the story. My actual senpai is yelling at me for 1869, no lie. Another friend who's not even into Yaoi also thinks Hibari would be a better pairing. Despite this, I'm still considering. Tsuna's more or less out of the question at this point. (Sorry!) Another suggestion that my senpai had was a love 'star' between Mukuro, Byakuran, Hibari, Fran and Belphagor, but that just sounds incredibly awkward, and this is mainly B26 in the first place. My apologizes to senpai, but a star or square is very unlikely to occur. Even a triangle doesn't seem like a good idea. I personally also support 1869, but if I get a bunch of demands for 10069, I might change my mind, even though the 1869 seems very much so possible at the moment. Well, that's it for nao, please review~!